The Blood-Red Sky Screen quietly faded away, but the universe's cold secret whispers remained like brands, seared deep into the souls of every peak expert.
Everyone clearly realized that Douluo World had never truly escaped danger.
The Dark Envoy's death did not mean the end of darkness, and the plane breaking free did not mean permanent liberty. Low-level feeder planes were forever watched by the heavens, the Old God Altar devoured origin day and night, and the Divine Blood Remnant Poison buried beneath the continent for countless years was quietly awakening.
Beneath the illusion of peace, bizarre mutations began appearing across the continent one after another.
Ordinary people who had once lived peacefully, Soul Masters of gentle disposition, and harmless low-level Soul Beasts all became violent, bloodthirsty, irritable, and crazed without warning.
They fought for no reason, neighbors slaughtered one another, fellow sect members turned against each other, and clans that had once lived in harmony suddenly raised weapons against one another.
There was no outside instigation, no accumulated hatred, no tangled grievances.
Their souls had simply been tainted by filthy Divine Blood, twisting their nature and shattering their reason.
Tragedies unfolded without end in the villages surrounding the ruins of Spirit City.
Harmonious families slaughtered one another, peaceful villages ran red with blood, and once-honest villagers attacked every living thing around them with crimson eyes.
Bibi Dong rushed to the sites immediately. The instant her fingertips examined the souls of the ordinary people, she saw through the cruel truth.
The Fallen Divine Blood left behind by gods who had spread across the continent countless years ago had, as the laws of heaven and earth loosened and the altar continued operating, slowly seeped into the earth's veins and merged with water, air, and vegetation.
If an ordinary person inhaled a